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Jeff Harrison

On the Mead

Blameless were they, lambs all, and on their heads, Rhadamanthys, wolf to gulfs, bruise your tooth. Afar as barbarians are the wolves, whose pipes threaten of crude monuments to shepherds; my reed, as bereft of graces, announces an Amphion will aloft walls against any wolf. Only a mead I police? Glaucus, an inverse Nebuchadnezzar, ate grass and was crowned.

Paper Boat

Orpheus beholds himself (diminished by nail with bacchantean ire) in Hebrus' glass. No tragedian's mask looks but comic beside his rictus. What was Orpheus before? No recollection, fruit of lyre's vines, can his voice coax. Horror in shades is Lethe's wave.

Memoirs: O let me not exposed be Ruin's mark

Calphurnia, Horatio doesn't remember when Virginia first said the word Icilius.Minutius, Appius doesn't remember when Corbulo first said the word Numitorius.Horatio, Virginia doesn't remember when I first said the word Virginia.Numitorius, Corbulo doesn't remember when Minutius first said the word Appius.Icilius, I don't remember when I first told Calphurnia the word Horatio.Virginia, Minutius doesn't remember when Appius first said the word Corbulo.Calphurnia, Numitorius doesn't remember when Horatio first said the word Minutius.Appius, Calphurnia doesn't remember which Virginia first said the word Appius.Minutius, I don't remember when Numitorius first said the word Calphurnia.Corbulo, Virginia doesn't remember when Numitorius first said the word Calphurnia.

Jeff Harrison has poems in all the issues of Otoliths except the second issue. He has publications from Writers Forum, MAG Press, Persistencia Press, and Furniture Press. He has two e-books at xPress(ed), and one at Blazevox. His poetry has appeared in The Hay(na)ku Anthology Vol. II, Sentence: a Journal of Prose Poetics, Xerography, Moria, NOON: journal of the short poem, Dusie, MiPOesias, and elsewhere. He has an interview blog with Allen Bramhall called Antic View.